(Also, something's weird with the audio on console, at least on my series X. It keeps dropping channels when there's a lot going on, like when you pick up a lore book recording and you're fighting. It's almost like the number of audio channels is off 'cause sometimes you just won't hear stuff.)

I bet spoopy pallies get a free mount and can't tank for shit either in pugs 🌈🎃🕯️

Like, it's cool, and part of it is that I'm still collecting parts and the yard work is limited to a 200 cap, but I haven't been back there since I built the thing. Need reasons to go back XD

We need stuff to do there (will probably improve when the neighborhood quests go live). Like, we need gameplay interaction tied up with the houses. Crafting, questing, etc. Preferably, some stuff you can only do with houses. And please not just social stuff. I play this game to get away from people.

*desire to know more intensifies*

It's also why we allow the Palestinians to be exterminated & their land to be absorbed by Israel. There's money to be made there, for the U.S., its corrupt leadership, & its regional partners in crime. And politically, in democracy, whiteness always sticks with whiteness. Morality is irrelevant 🤷

(It's all about to shit the bed, btw. Not an opinion. Historical and social-scientific precedent and fact. Not that anyone will listen. They never do. Good thing you guys bought big, expensive bunkers. Ur gonna need 'em!)

Well, in all fairness, what better use of student body political power than putting a vending machine in the lunch room? I mean that's about as good as it gets in above-board high school politics. It's the Obamacare of student council.

Now I see to my own affairs. I attend to my chores and business. I rest when tired, exercise my body. I indulge, exercise, & expand my mind as I see fit. The lack of purpose is gnawing, vexing, like a phantom limb, but then I remember how people treat truth tellers, and I relish this island adrift.

I’m still in here, there’s just nothing & no one of worth out there. It is a lost time filled with lost people. A time of well-dressed criminality and corruption. A time of ruin. Fighting that requires a flourishing field of fucks and, alas, mine is barren. Go die in whatever way seems best to you.